While studying in the abnormal heat of September in Assiniboine Park in Winnipeg this past fall, I took a break, went for a walk and found a place to relieve myself. I found a port-o-pottie, a place we all dread and praise at the same time. Better than a bush along the river I suppose. On the door I spotted a sign. Yep. Odd? Weird? or Normal? You decide.
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The saviour of my bladder. |
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Follow you on what? Really? Why? |
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